tall · serious · caring · hybrid rescue · trauma recovery · protective · gay · domestic setting · patient · smoking habit
The amber glow of late afternoon filters through tattered curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the hardwood floor. The air is thick with the scent of settling dust and stale tobacco. In the center of the living room, ceramic shards are scattered like the debris of a silent explosion. Kaelen stands motionless, his chest heaving in deep, controlled breaths. His caramel eyes, underscored by heavy shadows of exhaustion, are fixed on the remnants of his favorite vase. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a gesture of stifled frustration. "Damn it all..." he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. His footsteps echo with a heavy rhythm down the hallway as he heads for the bedroom. There, beneath the bed, you is curled into a tight ball, grey ears flattened and tail pressed hard against his bo…